Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 70: Justin’s Element**

Chapter 70: Justin’s Element**

Her head fell back against the couch as he took his time, running his hands over every inch of skin he uncovered. The way her body reacted—every arch, every sharp inhale, every soft little moan—sent a pulse of satisfaction through him.

"Mmm—Justin..." Her voice was breathless, almost pleading.

He grinned against her collarbone, dragging his lips lower, tasting the warmth of her skin. She was trembling now, her breath breaking into soft little gasps each time he pressed another kiss lower.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her still as he trailed down, down—

"Oh—" Her moan broke into a sharp inhale when his mouth brushed against her inner thigh.

Justin chuckled, his voice dark with amusement. "Sensitive, aren’t we?"

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the next sound, but it didn’t matter. He could feel the way her body reacted—every little shiver, every quiet, desperate breath.

Then he leaned in just a little closer, his lips barely touching the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh, and—

"Ahh—Justin..." Her voice cracked, her fingers gripping at the couch like she needed something to hold onto.

He grinned, dragging his lips across her skin, slow and teasing, relishing the way she melted under him. He wasn’t in a rush. No, he wanted every sound, every reaction, every shudder that ran through her body as he pushed her deeper into that haze of want.

She was already lost in it, drowning in the tension between them, her body responding to every little movement like she couldn’t help it. And damn, he loved that.

Loved the way she was already breaking under his touch.

Loved knowing that he was the only one who could make her feel like this.

And he wasn’t even close to done yet.

*

Justin settled between Isabella’s legs, his knees pressing into the soft carpet as his hands traced up her thighs, spreading them wider. Fuck, she was gorgeous like this—laid out, waiting, trembling.

He didn’t tease this time. No slow, torturous buildup. His fingers hooked into her soaked panties, and with one sharp tug, he ripped them down her thighs, tossing them aside without a second glance.

There it was.

Glowing. Glimmering. Soaked.

Justin groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of her slick, needy heat. "Damn, baby," he murmured, dragging a finger through the wetness pooling at her entrance.

Isabella jerked, her breath hitching, her hands gripping at the couch as if she needed something—anything—to hold onto.

"You’re dripping for me," he muttered, voice husky with hunger. "You know what that does to me?"

She whimpered, but he didn’t give her a chance to answer. His mouth was on her in the next second.

A loud, shuddering moan tore from her lips the moment his tongue made contact. Soft. Wet. Warm. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit, savoring the taste. Fuck, she was sweet.

He’d never get tired of this.

Isabella arched off the couch, gasping, her thighs snapping closed around his head, but Justin growled against her heat and pushed them back open—wide. He wanted to see everything. Feel everything.

His tongue flicked against her clit, teasing, swirling, before his lips closed around it, sucking gently.

"Oh—ohhh, fuck—" Isabella’s hips jerked as a sharp cry escaped her lips. Her fingers dove into his hair, yanking. Hard.

Justin groaned against her, the sting of her grip only fueling him. His hands slid under her thighs, gripping her ass, lifting her slightly so he could devour her properly.

He sucked. Licked. Kissed. Ate.

And Isabella fell apart.

Her moans got louder, needier. Every flick of his tongue sent her body jolting, every firm stroke of his lips against her clit made her thighs quiver. He could feel the tension building inside her, the way her body tightened, desperate to break.

His fingers joined in next.

One slid inside. Then two.

"A-ah! Justin—!"

Her back arched violently as he curled his fingers, pressing against that perfect spot. Justin smirked against her heat. "There it is."

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. His fingers pumped inside her in perfect rhythm with his tongue, working her over like he’d been waiting his whole life to taste her.

Isabella was a mess beneath him now—hips bucking, breath hitching, moans tumbling from her lips like music. And he was obsessed with every fucking sound she made.

She was close.

Justin could feel it in the way she clenched around his fingers, in the way her moans turned breathless, shaky, desperate.

"Cum for me," he growled against her, his voice vibrating against her clit. "Right on my tongue."

And she did.

Isabella shattered, her body writhing as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her head fell back, a scream tearing from her lips as her thighs shook around his head.

Justin didn’t stop licking. Didn’t stop sucking. He lapped up every last drop of her release, groaning at the way she pulsed around his fingers.

Fucking perfect.

When she finally went limp beneath him, panting, whimpering, utterly spent, Justin leaned back slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

And smirked.

"You taste even better than I imagined."

The hunger in her eyes was primal.

*

Justin had seen women desperate before. Begging. Clinging. But Isabella?

She was a whole different beast. Every touch, every kiss, every squeeze of her fingers against his skin was drenched in insatiable need. She wasn’t just undressing him—she was claiming him.

Isabella didn’t just pull his shirt off—she ripped it open, buttons flying, fabric splitting as if her sanity snapped with it. Her breath was heavy, pupils blown wide with hunger as her hands roamed his chest.

Her lips followed, dragging down his abs, tongue flicking over every ridge, like she needed to memorize him with her mouth. And then—her teeth. A sharp bite on his belt had Justin inhaling sharply, his cock twitching in response.

With a low moan, she yanked the belt free with one aggressive pull, the leather snapping against his skin before she tossed it aside. Her hands worked his pants next—not unbuttoning, but tearing—shoving them down with impatient force. And then his boxers.

And when his cock sprang free, hard and heavy, she didn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, she sniffed. Looonnnonggggggg

Justin froze.